"Writer's Block!" She replied. "That was the reason." 'Writer's Block'?" wondered Albert, unsure whether this was some illness peculiar to California....Yes. About a year and a half ago. Somehow, the flow just stopped. I just could no longer write poetry. I would spend hours on the computer, and inspiration just did not come. My muse had deserted me. And to date, it still hasn't returned." But why come to Africa then?" wondered Albert. "I don't see the connection. Although this continent is. At least that’s what I think happened to me.” I don’t think either of us was prepared to use the “L” word; but at least the fact that we had real and intimate feelings for each other was now out on the table. Our “no strings attached” agreement had turned into a relationship that neither of us could ignore any longer. It was to be expected, I think; and maybe naïve on both are parts. It was a lot to ask that such a close relationship remain on just a sexual level. Sarah apologized for the. In my hut i build plugged and dress like a princess i went out and joseph was smilling on the bench near the fire making cofeehe drank his cofee with me struggling not to be sit on his bbcbut i was second later , moaning as he drank his cofee ''isnt this a nice day princess''daddy cuddling my back on his chest , holding me on him , fucking his bbc deep in me''omg i dont want this, mmmmmm fuckkkk'''''shhh its ok, its ok , you like bbc, its ok cindy its ok my princess''he fuck me ass up on the. The young lad simply could notresist showing his appreciation.All three came again as the 'Percypop' sailed into a major sperm squall.A cheer came up from the ballroom as the blackboard count showed Rogerwith four spurts - including his earlier 'mistake' when Percy enteredthe ballroom, Percy also with four, and Randy with only three for theafternoon.Roger was totally 'rogered out,' and collapsed back into the bed'spillows. Now it was down to a duel between the pansy and the teenager.An inspired.